On this planet the moon was alight.
A man died and a woman was born.
I sat near the river and cried as the moon rose beyond the horizon.
I tried to understand from another's perspective but only flowers made sense.
I angered someone today for speaking a deeper truth.
I delighted someone today for loving a deeper love.
Every time I dive into the unknown, that which embraces me dies a little more with me.
I continue to disappear and love.
There are no rules to our wisdom.
Some call it crazy wisdom, some call it Tantra, some call it Zen...
Chopping wood, carrying water, making love, meditating, traveling, dancing, cooking, all one flow, one endless flow of goodness...
The words were dead, but they touched life and made love real again...
Hari Om Tat Sat